A few hours later.
The site of the previous battle between the two demons.
Wang Jixuan remained hidden, standing aside with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watched the blood-covered Fat Immortal Mao Mo.
Mao Mo lay on the ground, writing something with his own blood on a flattened stone surface.
His injuries were clearly 'severe,' nearly unable to breathe, spiritual energy flowing away from him, and it seemed his life was about to end.
Only to see him write…
[The Banshan Sect's Dou Qian villain intends to refine an array to slaughter spirits, this humble Daoist fought with all his might but could not prevail. Luckily, a senior loose cultivator claiming to be from the Dark Sect passed by and is now engaged in a fierce battle with this villain. My injuries are too severe, unable to hold on, my primordial spirit is dispersing, soon to dissipate, leaving this record protected by my last Magic Treasure, hoping my sect's elders will understand!]
